Truthfully he never was much of a guitar player You having been the cause he even started playing, as you sat on his lap late at night nearby hogwart’s lake. He let you in on the song he had wrote, just for you. Ever since he’d been playing he found out you were the reason of inspiration you were his muse. Theo’s arms were wrapped around your sides as he let his fingers gently graze the strings of the guitar, him practicing “You’re so fucking perfect.” He muttered against the back of your neck